She said that she thought we would be together forever. She looked me in the eye as I reassuringly agreed. She said she loved me. She told her Mom about our plans. She says it feels like some sort of completion or fulfilment or catharsis or...some word. She thinks her Mom isn't excited enough about what's happening. She doesn't feel supported. She didn't cry when I told her about Maria. She just turned and walked away. She's probably going to talk to her Mom.

A cat dripped on me today. A stinking ass filthy cat. A man can't eat a bowl of KittyBits without some stank-ass trick of a cat with her drippin' ass nose or mouth or where ever the fuck she was dripping from comin' up in nosin' in on the fuckin' bowl. A tiny, fluid dripping furry head nosed into MY bowl of KBs and dripped a bit of fluid on the side of my smart, human face from her stupid, pussy face. A hell of a time I had trying to get the vet to put her down. "A healthy cat" he calls the bitch, "needn't be put down on a whim". "A hell of a way to run a goddamn business", I tells him. A bit of bad noise followed but in the end I went home happy. A few hours of tears ensued after I got home.

I was slowly picking a sweater apart this morning. I was sitting in the sunlight with a steak knife and meticulously pulling single strands from their strandlies or, more commonly, strand families. I waved to a family of seagulls as some sort of vague penance for my sin. I noticed that old women tend to put sweaters together rather than taking them apart piece by piece with steak knives. I might learn something from these purple-haired freaks after all.

I was cleaning out some cardboard boxes the other day. I came upon some old dishes. I have no use for old dishes. I took them to an abandoned field and smashed every single dish with a rock. I then laughed and laughed in recognition of our shared fate. I then went hiking on the edge of a cliff with some vague motivation involving the testing of the inscrutable. I laughed some more when I got home.